God, he really was breathtaking. How no one had snatched him up before I came along I would never know. One word from the stunning man and he could have guys stacked two deep and a mile long.
“Lany,” I said softly. “It’s time to go.”
I brushed my finger along his cheek, breathing deep at the silky feel of his skin. “Caro, open your eyes.”
“Huh?” Lany blinked rapidly as he raised his head looked around. “Is it over?”
I chuckled softly. “Yes, love, it’s over.”
“Okay.” Lany’s head dropped back down on his arms.
I shook my head as I stood and then scooped Lany up in my arms. Considering I had at least a foot on him, not to mention over a hundred pounds, carrying Lany was pretty easy. It was also one of my favorite things to do. He just fit so perfectly in my arms.
I tucked Lany close to me and then headed for the door.
“You want me to get the report written up for you, Lieutenant?” Lyn asked as I reached the door. He held it open for me.
“Write yours up and get the reports from the others. I’ll have mine ready to go in the morning. Right now, I need to take Lany up to see Eddie.”
“Oh, could I get a ride with you? I’d like to see Eddie, too.”
“Yes.”
What was I going to do? Tell him no?
Eager puppy, remember?
“Well, if you’re coming, let’s go.” I wanted to get Lany home. Even having changed his shirt, there was still a slight smell of dried blood coming from him. Not attractive in the least. I wanted my sweet-smelling Lany back.
Hot summer rain. That’s what my baby smelled like. It was his natural scent and one I was totally and willfully addicted to.
I wanted it back.
Since Lany was sleeping, I loaded him up in the back of my SUV. I let Lyn have the front seat despite the man’s protests.
“Just get in, Lyn.”
“Yes, sir.”
I buckled Lany into the seatbelt, tucked my jacket around him, and then shut the door. The adrenaline crash he must be feeling had to be epic. He was out cold.
“Tell me about this art show of Eddie’s,” I told Lyn once we were on the road. I wasn’t exactly an artsy type of guy, but I needed to know exactly what my Lany had gotten himself into. If there was an elephant involved, I was pulling the plug on the whole damn thing.
“Well,” Lyn began with a great deal of trepidation in his voice.
One of these days I would figure out why Lyn was afraid of me.
“Mostly it’s just Eddie telling us where he wants his paintings hung. The gallery won’t do that. Since Eddie and his friends are all unnamed artists, the gallery won’t put in the manpower to set it up. We have to do all of that.”
“I see.”
My mind kicked in.
Damn it.
“Have you talked to Lany’s mother about hosting the event?”
The woman could turn a backyard barbecue into the event of the season.
